Mares' Tails

September 29, 2009 9:13pm

The mares tails went from left to right

From noon to nine and past

They scratched the sky

To signal she was coming

So you think so, huh?

Yes, I think so. She’s coming.

She came round. She came round.

She rang the bell and ran around

Our camp and hid beyond

The horizon

But did not come in.

She played and played,

And toyed with things left loose,

But never stayed.  Never stayed.

She just arched her back

Rolled on her side

And went her own way

And so, in our own time, did we.

With nothing missing, no memories lost,

We marched along the bank

Through the aspen coins,

Until the goodbyes ran

Under the bridge and over

The falls.

But later, many miles later,

We saw her again.

She came, she came, running red,

From beyond the setting sun.

She ran and ran.

Blue slip showing,

She tried to race us home

Before night fell.

On the storm that missed us up near Squaw Lake in the wilderness of Colorado and the river of red dust near Amarillo.